Þetta er character sem ég bjó til fyrir nokkru, og fékk nýlega að spila. Skipt í tvo parta: Hans bakrunnur, og sagan hans (so far). Skrifað á ensku, því mér finsnt hreinlega léttara að koma mér í character á ensku. ATH er LANGT


—-Characterinn—-
Davis – The story of:
Born in Silverymoon (1354 DR) with two loving parents and a good older brother (Leonard (Leo)), Demetrius Marcellus (or Davis as known by others) lived a happy life. His parents came from a line of wealthy and respected merchants so the family was all educated (as most of Silverymoon’s inhabitants are).
At the age of 5 Davis’s older brother Leo (20) moved to Jalanthar and became a ranger. Although the parents weren’t too thrilled about it, they still respected Leo’s decision. Three years passed.
In the days when Davis was in 5th grade, his parent decided that the family would move to a new city that was in the makings. A large convoy was organized when many merchants and nobles would move. After loading all their belonging into a caravan, the family moved. When they were about half way there, the caravan was ambushed by Orcs. After a ferocious fight, the Orcs came out victorious. Luckily Davis managed to hide in one of the caravan’s wreckage only to witness his parents being taken away as slaves and their belongings being claimed to the Orcs of King Obuld “Many-Arrows” (see FR page 175). After the Orcs had left, Davis stumbled out of the remains of the caravan that held all his life. He realized that life would never be the same…
When a band of Harper scouts found Davis mourning his parents and their terrible fate near the wreckage, they arranged for his brother Leo to pick him up. At this time Leo was 23 and already a good Ranger, and raised Davis in Jalanthar. When Davis reached the age of 16, Leo decided that he was old enough to become a ranger. The training began.
In the year of 1372 DR, Davis began conducting the final phase of his Ranger training, going out on his own. At the age of 18, he set out to begin the rest of his life.

Davis – Current information:
Current age: 18

Deity: Lathander

Looks: Overall muscular and fair looking. Hazel eyes,
Dark hair and a few war scars (not too many though). Upon looking into Davis’s eyes, you can clearly see the emptiness in his heart.

Traits: Apart from being extremely fit and agile, Davis is also a quick learner, and has no problem with accepting failure, as long as it doesn’t pose a personal conflict.

Cons: Has the tendency to be hasty at making important decisions, letting his emotions choose for him. Logic plays a lesser part in his decision making.

Distinguishing marks: None.

Interests: Ancient tales of heroes and heroins. Exotic arts, whether they are fighting styles, or artistic expressions.

Height: 5’8” Weight: 170 lb/82 kg

Beginning stats:
Str16, Dex18, Con15, Int18, Wis12, Cha14

Temperance: Davis most of the time keeps his cool, rarely becoming too angry in the everyday life. When combat is provoked, he really knows how to fight for his life. Some say that his eyes become red in anger, and that the memory of his parents being dragged away is all he sees. Then again, we all know how people can exaggerate.

—-The first session—-
Notebook
Day1: I had a terrible nightmare. I saw myself trapped by a dark being (believed to be a lich) and it was just there… laughing into my face… and I couldn’t… couldn’t do anything. I was just pinned… Then he started ripping my guts out… slowly… Then I woke up on the floor (after apparently tossing myself onto the floor). I felt so empty…

As I checked in on my mentor, he told me that I didn’t need to fetch the wooden sword, nor one of the big books I was so use to glooming through. He told me the best news for a long time. I was no longer an apprentice, but a full ranger.

This of course made me feel like I was in heaven. FINALLY I could go out to the real world! I could… well perhaps not that great, but I could still have fun. And I could become strong enough, strong enough to…

My former mentor also told me that a band of rangers was heading out to sneak upon a goblin camp, and that they still needed their 10th member. After hearing this, I rushed to the commanding member of the mission, and signed myself in. He told me that we’d be heading off before sunrise (the next day).

I went to Leo, and told him the good news. I was delighted to hear that he was also on the quest. I felt like things were finally going as they should.

End of day 1


Day2: We set off just before dawn. Leaving the camp off behind was easier than I thought. Behind me I left a dark past… I could feel that better times were ahead. At least more adventurous times.

End of day 2

Day4: Well, I’ve been kind of slack at writing my notes, and bro pushed me to continue my writings. The past few days we’ve been traveling to the North-East, up towards the great river. On this short journey, I’ve seen more amazing things than I imagined. I managed to be-friend a lone raven. Leo said that the raven was surprisingly loyal to me, and said I might have perhaps found a companion. I’ve named the raven black-heart (or rather Leo told me the raven claimed to be named black-heart).

End of day 4

Day5: Been half a ten-day on the road, and am enjoying it. Black-heart has stayed with me the whole way, and at times I believe I can hear his gentle voice whisper into my ear.

Devari! (minnir mig að sé pólska fyrir “Shit”) Black-heart flew away at noon, and I can’t seem to find him. Leo said he was probably just hunting for food, or something. I hope he’s right. We crossed the river. Thank god the current wasn’t as strong as in spring, or else it would’ve been impossible to cross.

(writing a bit untidy) I noticed that my silver dagger has gone missing. Leo suggested it to be at the river. I went along with that idea, and am on my way right now as I write.

Well, I seem to have found the dagger, but it’s trapped somewhere underneath a rock, along with a throwing axe I jammed trying to recover the blade… Now how to get it out…

Well I seem to have found a small cave. It looked though a bit weird. Almost as if I was suppose to find the cave. I also found some weird and unfamiliar tracks in the mud. I believed this to being a valid reason for calling for backup.

After returning to Leo, a fellow ranger decided to come with me (and bring torches, for I’m flat out). We headed back to the cave.

Wohh… we found a crack in the wall, leading to large, and beautiful stone halls (natural). I feel though a gut-long feeling inside me. Wait, something’s up ahead…

Blessed Lathander! We encountered what Leo explained to be a small earth elemental. We barely escaped (my fellow ranger’s toes were crushed). After defeating the creature, we quickly headed back to the surface along a new path we found. Sadly though my dagger was lost…

Well, black-heart returned to me, as Leo had predicted. After what seems like a long marsh, we’re starting to see the mountains up ahead. And that means goblin camps. This somehow warms my heart.

Seems like I’m getting the second night-shift. That’s pretty boring, because that’s just after sunset. It’s the time when my visibility is the most limited.

On my patrol I found 3 sneaking goblins, and they proved no challenge. Seeing the surprise in their eyes, I jumped them right away, executing a high jab with my right blade. It scored a direct hit into the first goblin’s throat, killing him instantly. As one of them closed in with a high swing, I ducked at the last moment, pulling my blade out for another attack. As the attacking goblin was off balance, I swept in. Moments later the goblin was missing his right arm, and fainted. T’was only then that I realized that the third goblin had escaped. Probably panicking in some bushes. I took comfort in that, and continued my patrol.

Then later on Leo asked me how my patrol went, and I told him roughly what happened. He burst so many questions at me at once: “WHAT?” “Why didn't you report this?” “What are we waiting for?” Then it hit me. Maybe the goblin was just a scout, and a force was expected. Damn, now I might have risked the mission, and my fellow rangers in the process.

Leo told me to rush back to the encampment, and warn the others. Picking up my pace, I quickly spotted a band of orcs heading towards me. I immediatelly gave a quick shout-out in my native language of Chondathan: “ORCS!!!” A moment later, I saw Leo rushing at incredible speed towards me, although he still had quite a distance yet to even reach a bow's range to me. The orcs hadn't wasted any second, and were already mobilised. Two orcs, and the escaped goblin quickly started hurling javelins at me (luckily for me, orcs couldn't hit a concrete wall at arms-lenght in front of them). Three orcs came rushing at me, whilst the javelins were still in the air.

As I saw the three huge orcs close in, I took little comfort in how far away Leo was. I knew that I could defeat them if I would play it defensive, and let Leo come in for the kills, but there was something in the back of my eyes…

Something that seemed to cloud my judgement. And there it was… my parents… being… I couldn't take it… I had to… and there, it was now too late. I had rushed them, slipped in the grass (imagine that, slipping in combat) and taken a massive blow to my ankle (the foul blade gut right into the main arterie)… Everything went cold… and dark… then I woke up…



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